My mother will be 84 next month, and she's feeling fine. I spoke to her last week just after she'd been to see the doctor for a checkup, and her heart and blood pressure are A-OK. The doctor was impressed that she lives alone and keeps her own house. She's still picking okra from her garden and is looking forward to having the old Linoleum in her house replaced with tile. She even offered to strip the wallpaper in her bathroom before a sister convinced her that was a job best suited for professionals.
I'm feeling pretty old today, though. I'm tired and tired of being unwell. So, here is today's editorial—I'd be honored if you'd read it, and then tell me how old you feel regardless of your calendar age.
Additional note: never underestimate the potential for my town's people to be mean spirited.